... P r now come to our jolly joyful feast Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is dreste And every post with holly. How all our neighbours' chimneys smoke And Xmas blocks are burning. Their ovens they with bak't meats choke And all their spits are turning. ...

... WINTER N V Extracts from the Poem i>!(:ii: The Seasons1' by James Thomson i?T Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelled, And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread, At last the roused-up river pours along: Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads ...

... jj ?*rr LETTERING BY ANGELA BAYNES When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, Ana milk comes frozen home in pail When blood is rupp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl. To-whit! To-who!-- a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Ii was a lover and his lass. With a hey. and a ho, and a hey nomno That o'er ...